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12-INQUISITORS

Author: J L FLETCHER
last update publish date: 2026-04-12 08:15:55

Kaelyn stepped forward, placing his hand on my back. My wolf wanted to leap for joy until I noted Bianca and the driver standing silently behind us.

“Nikolas, on what authority do you think you can walk into Westwood and go after one of my own?”

The inquisitor, she now knew, was called Nikolas, eyed Kaelyn shrewdly.

“As long as we are not impeding your business, what do you care what we do with the girl? The Wolf Queen has ordered all witches to be brought before her for judgment. She is clearly a half-breed, not to be trusted.”

“You think I care what the Wolf Queen orders?”

Kaelyn's voice was low. Rose wondered if the implied threat had gone over Nikolas’ head.

Nikolas squinted.

“You have never cared what we have done in the past. It is widely known of your distaste for wolves.”

“Whatever rights you thought you had in Westwood, they end now.”

“You can't just….”

“Can’t I?”

Kaelyn shifted closer.

Nikolas narrowed his eyes, staring at Rose.

“You know what she is, an energy manipulator, the kind of dark magic that can corrupt.”

I looked up at Kaelyn and whined.

“Rose is under the protection of the Blackhand mafia. Any invitation the Queen or her ilk thinks there is to Westwood City is now permanently revoked.”

“You would start a war over a witch. It is clear she has already put a spell on you.”

“I would start a war over the disrespect you have shown me tonight. Now,” said Kaelyn, closing the distance, his fangs slipping out. “I will give you two hours to be gone from the city. Once that time is up, if you remain, we kill you.”

Nikolas pursed his lips.

“If you come within two hours of our city border, you forfeit your right to life. Leave now.”

Then Nikolas turned, looking at Rose.

“I give you fair warning now, the moment she sets foot out of the boundaries. The queen will hunt her.”

Kaelyn moved with speed, taking the inquisitor on Nikolas’ right. He stepped behind him and snapped his neck in one clean move.

The inquisitor hit the ground lifeless.

“My patience is wearing thin. You have two minutes to remove yourself from my sight.”

Kaelyn moved his arm up to look at his watch.

Nikolas and the man next to him moved quickly, fleeing the docks.

Kaelyn turned to me casually, a hand stroking my fur.

“I have never seen such an impressive wolf, silver, and still with the faint scent of roses. You can change back to your human form now.”

I shook my head no.

A voice came from the shadows then.

“She can't change, unless she has clothes. She will be standing here naked if she does.”

Luke moved forward from the shadows. He had been there watching the whole time.

Kaelyn smiled then. “As much as I would enjoy the sight, I suppose it wouldn’t do.”

He looked around.

“I'll give her my shirt. It should cover her.

He began unbuttoning his shirt, revealing a form so sculpted that he could have been an artist’s inspiration.

He handed me the shirt. I took it into my mouth, padded behind some crates, and quickly changed. The shirt hung loose like a dress.

I stalked back towards them.

“What the hell is this kind of setup? Are you tryin' to get me killed?”

“Set up,” repeated Kaelynn. “I believe I just saved you. Thank you should suffice.”

I turned to Bianca.

“You sent this bitch to send me into the hands of the Inquisitors?”

Bianca looked at her nails, as if she were already bored.

“Kaelyn was out of reach. They came to me and said he had requested you be here. How was I to know what they had planned? I just followed the protocols in place.”

Her excuses barely held up.

“ Liar,” Rose stepped towards her, “you knew it was a trap, you knew they would take me!”

She pointed to the scattered rogues lying dead around them.

“A few feral rogues should not be too much for a fighter of your esteem. The inquisitors may have taken you, though.”

Her eyes gleamed.

“I clearly heard the rogues had instructions to kill her. SHE wants her dead.”

Bianca glared at Rose, a direct challenge to her wolf.

She growled in response.

Luke stepped into the fray then.

“Look, ladies, we all know the reigning Queen detests witches and wants us all gone. Half-breed or not, she hasn’t gone easy on our kind.”

Kaelynn stepped forward.

I lifted my chin in defiance.

“This bitch set me up. I know it.”

“Bianca has been my trusted right hand for years now.”

His voice took a deeper turn then, a subtle warning.

“Enough of these jealous accusations, Rose.”

A quirk of a smile ghosted Bianca's lips, a smug look on her face.

She was damn well lying and getting away with it.

“Fine,” I spat out. “But just so you know, from this moment forth. I won’t deal with her.”

Bianca let her fangs slip out.

“Suits me fine, I’d prefer not to waste my time on a filthy wolf.”

The tension tightened, pulling at every nerve as my hackles rose.

Broken by Luke, who piped up.

“How the hell did the inquisitors find out about Rose?”

 

 

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